The high highs make it well worthy of being in the magnificent seven… hundreds on the best 1,000 albums ever list.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
I’d tell you, but don’t make me say it… Okay, you oughta know, right?
A self-assured, unique, and uniquely good debut album from Chrissie Hynde and crew.
Perfect jazz listening ‘round midnight – and into the wee hours, too.
A thoroughly non-sedating blast of old school punk rock.
Nothing’s shocking, indeed, yet consistently surprising.
Get that body up.
There are some powerful powerful, favorite favorite, classic classics going on here.
Beautiful and heart-wrenching.
Ska punk with a level of musicianship and sophistication that very few bands ever achieve. Oh, and don’t forget the energy energy energy.
There are very few bands that have better expressed the pure joy, the pure jubilation of music.
The secret’s out on this one.
Join us on the journey to become a proud card-carrying Phase IV ABBA fan.
Matthew Sweet is a power pop master craftsman.
An early ‘80s gem with a super unique sound from the gloom of the Pacific Northwest.
It will, I suppose you could say, make you (sha, sha-ba-da) feel good.
Is the movie Swingers and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy partially responsible for my moving to the west coast from NYC? It’s a long story…
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge.
For that uniquely trip-hoppy, moody, atmospheric, and posh-sounding vibe.
Transportive as though to be whisked back to a very specific scene and mood and vibe in 1955.
Without pretension, this album deserves best 1,000 albums ever list retention.
Playful and orchestral, bombastic and pulsing, trippy and sultry.
A delivery of a strange and wonderful musical experience.
Still making some noise, still hilarious, still the Beastie Boys.
Day in day out and on and on and on, *this* is the version of Keasbey Nights you’ve been looking for.
Amazing soundtrack from an amazing movie… almost too amazing? Nah.
I don’t think it’s crazy at all to say that this is one spectacular musical collection.
It’ll get stuck in your head and make you go wild.
Not your typical album of cover songs. Just ask Alice, I think she’ll know…
Points to the future of aggressive music generally in some small but important way.
Garage rock with the perfect concoction of indie, moody, and psychedelic influences.
Hip hop that’s low key yet aggressive, gritty yet groovy, heavy yet accessible.
Intelligently lucid hook-driven, guitar rock. But, you know, also fun.
Heavy metal is bestowed upon We Mere Mortals. And it is good.
Record scratches, catchy pop hooks, and Indian influences that will butter the soul.
It grooves and clicks and jumps like a fanciful anxious thought, beautiful and foreboding.
A hardcore underground gem from hip hop’s golden age.
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
The magic of the live and acoustic setting shines through for Natalie Merchant and crew.
Simply classic late 1950s rock n’ roll and simply great. Come on, let’s go.
Chic, posh, and pulsing synth pop are tops for the lads of the furry, fluffy, feathered and/or aquatic creature shop.
When you gonna learn?
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
The Queen of Soul delivers some sweet impressions.
Do you believe in this sweet sensation? You should.
The impression that I get is that this is a rock solid collection of highly enjoyable alternative rock and pop- and punk-infused ska.
From jangle pop to post-punk to quiet ballads, this one has great range (and each range is great).
A genius by the name of GZA emerges on the scene.
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Worst come to worst… actually, that’s best come to best.
This coat expertly spans country and pop.
This one trucks (vans?), hammers and stomps.
A highly pleasurable mix of mid-‘90s tuned and one absolute stunner.
The grooviest, swinging, British Invasion-est music that most people these days have not (yet!) heard.
What eludes easy definition becomes a core strength.
It’s the ambient techno stuff, the delicate downtempo stuff, the use of strings and subtle vocals with electronic backbeats.
The pinnacle of Pearl Jam’s output. At least so far.
Not fade away, indeed. That says it all for one of the early rock n’ roll greats.
Even upon a midnight eerie, you’re not gonna want to give this album a run-around.
Endlessly timeless, infinitely rock n’ roll.
Can an album be “too pop”? Please refer to the sign that says, “We’re gonna go with nope.”
If there is a hell below, at least we’ve got Curtis in the meanwhile and the here and now.
Here’s how I’ll describe it: it’s just flipping gorgeous.
A genuinely unique, truly eclectic (oddball?), moving, memorable, alternative (nu?) metal rollercoaster.
Houston, we have a problem indeed. But not with this record.
Heads will rock n’ roll to this one.
It rocks out while having run rocking out while letting YOU know that they’re… oh, just keep on reading for more.
We knew that Everlast could make us jump around, but that was just for starters as it turns out.
Much more than a standard issue album handed out at my undergrad college dorms.
Now that IS workin’, that’s the way you do it.
You might just say that I’m so excited and yet I’m encountering a great deal of difficulty with regard to the prevention of obfuscating that emotional state.
These dudes out of Germany ain’t messing around with normal sounds. Oh no.
Don’t point the blame – just check out this frantically upbeat ska punk album.
Hits that perfect sweet spot between alt rock and garage rock.
You (and you) might be able to survive without this album, but why (and why)?
Fantastic, aggressive, riot grrrl punk rock.
Who can it be now? Why, it’s the band from down under, of course.
Tremendous energy and jumping rockabilly bluesy swing vibes abound.
It makes you feel like you’ve walked into the world of a Martin Scorsese movie. There are much worse things.
A work of psychedelicized funk/soul/rock bizarro-genius that you may choose to hit and/or quit.
It’s a time machine to a little study lounge near the back of Johnson Hall at Binghamton University.
If you’re already standing, you might just remain so after listening to this one.
An album to dig one last time under the Tahitian moon.
Wildly and gloriously weird punk-y art-meets-garage rock. Just dig it.
Let your mind go, let yourself be free.
You want it, you need it, you got it… you got it!
To not dig this one would be mad, man.
One hundred wild youth punks agree: this one is ready steady go.
Inviting, energetic, and catchy pop punk.
Incredible raw energic punk that sounds both of its time and timeless.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
It’s fun and rock and pop and a little quirky and very British Invasion.
A pop grunge vibe that completely works.
Why, it’s hot stuff.
It’ll make you want to adorn yourself with footwear of a particular color and material and… go cat go!
May the record show that The Suicide Machines have stolen their way into my heart (and another entry on the best 1,000 albums ever list).
Lots of AiC in slower-paced grunge mode? Yes please.